JEON JUNGKOOK

My body ached when Taehyung left. It was a hollow kind of pain, one I doubted I’d ever grow used to. My heart pounded relentlessly in my chest, each beat reverberating through my veins, reminding me of just how alive—and broken—I felt.

Jimin had convinced me to see a doctor. I didn’t want to leave the house, so he arranged for someone to come here.

The wound wasn’t as severe as everyone had made it out to be. A few paper stitches sufficed, though the doctor warned that if it didn’t start healing soon, I’d have no choice but to go to the hospital. The very thought made my stomach churn, and I silently vowed to do everything in my power to avoid that.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. No position brought comfort, and my mind refused to quiet. I lay in bed, eyes shut but thoughts wide open, each hour dragging into the next. I don’t even remember when—or if—I finally drifted off.

My hands moved on their own, tracing the faint scars on my wrists. My nails scratched over them mindlessly, seeking distraction, until the dampness of blood jolted me back to reality. I stared at my fingertips in muted shame. I hadn’t even noticed I’d gone that far.

When morning came, the faint light of dawn seeped into my room, chasing away the remnants of another restless night. It was Saturday—tonight, I’d be with Taehyung. The thought should have filled me with excitement, but all I felt was a fragile sort of emptiness.

Dragging myself out of bed, I wandered to the stairs, only to freeze at the sight of Sam. He stood at the front door, a travel bag in hand, his face marred by two black eyes and a split lip.

Who did that to him?

My chest tightened as I watched him leave, the door slamming shut behind him. Questions swirled in my mind, and I couldn’t shake the unease that settled in my gut.

In the kitchen, Jimin was feeding Ji-yeon her breakfast. She lit up as soon as she saw me.

“Jungkook!” she called out, her little teeth on full display.

I mustered a smile, waving at her before turning to Jimin. “Did Yoongi…do that to Sam?”

Jimin’s brow arched. “Do you really think Yoongi would stoop to that?”

I shrugged, unsure. “I don’t know. He was pretty mad last night.”

“Yoongi wanted to hurt him, sure,” Jimin admitted. “But Sam dug his own grave. He told Yoongi everything—about you, about Taehyung. Yoongi kicked him out. Sent him to his parents’ pack to ‘straighten him out.’”

My jaw dropped. “He told him?”

Jimin nodded. “Yoongi was furious, but he didn’t lay a finger on him.”

“Then who did?”

Jimin tilted his head, a knowing look in his eyes. “Oh, I don’t know…who do you think?”

It clicked. My stomach sank. “Taehyung?”

Jimin smirked. “Who else?”

I groaned, running a hand down my face. “Oh, shit.”

“Language,” Jimin chided with a chuckle, glancing at Ji-yeon.

“Sorry,” I muttered, my mind spinning.

“I saw you two last night,” Jimin said suddenly, his voice was softer.

“You did?”

He nodded, his gaze steady. “That man cares about you, Jungkook. I could see it in his eyes. He was terrified, and you pushing him away only made him more determined to protect you.”

My heart twisted painfully. “He does?”

“Most people would run when faced with that kind of resistance. But Taehyung stayed. He fought for you. That says a lot about how much you mean to him.”

I swallowed hard, unsure of what to say.

“When are you seeing him again?” Jimin asked, his voice lighter.

“Tonight,” I admitted. “His pack’s away, so we’ll finally have some time alone.”

A sly smile tugged at Jimin’s lips. “Well, you’ll have to tell me everything after.”

I shook my head, but a small smile slipped through. For the first time that morning, the heaviness in my chest eased—if only a little.

———

Taehyung told me that he would come and collect me the second that his pack left but I wanted to be with him as soon as I could, so I decided to take a walk.

The walk was long but it was good to clear my head. I thought about last night and what Jimin said to me today, butterflies danced in my stomach as I thought about Taehyung and his feelings towards me. Inside I was craving every inch of his tattooed body, his heart, his mind. I wanted all of him and I wanted it now.

Adrenaline fuelled by arousal was racing around my body like no other. My fingertips tingle at the thought of touching his warm skin, I needed him.

When I finally get to his pack house I waste no time in running up to the front door and slamming down the metal knocker onto the wooden door.

After a few moments the door swung open and I took one glance at Taehyung who was standing in the doorway. In that few second glance I notice that he's shirtless, his strong broad chest is the first thing that's eye level. My stomach twists into knots as I stare shamelessly over his body.

"Pup—"

I lunge forward and wrap my arms around Taehyung's neck and press my lips to his instantly. Kicking the door shut behind me with my foot.

Taehyung's hands find the small of my back as he pulls me flush against his chest, his lips devouring mine.

Our tongues come into contact and Taehyung groans. I push him backwards and into his kitchen, once his back hits the counter I break away from his lips and kiss his neck and shoulders.

Taehyung's hands cup the sides of my face as I pepper sweet kisses across his inked skin. "Mmm pups," he moans as my lips reach his abs.

My left hand reaches down to grope his manhood and he jolts. He pulls my face back up to his. "We don't have to do this pups, I know you're not in a good head space right now."

Shaking my head instantly at him, I was in a good head space around him. All I wanted was him, I wanted him to suffocate me with everything about him. "I want to do this," I whispered into his skin. "Let me do this."

My hands find the waistband of his sweatpants and I pull them down without hesitation. His hard member springs free and I slip down onto my knees and look up to Taehyung, my eyes flashing a glint of innocence.

"Oh Jesus, fuck," he curses under his breath, his eyes turning dark.

I part my lips and take his cock in my mouth, my eyes never breaking contact with his. Taehyung's hand grips under my jaw with one hand.

His dick was huge and getting it in my mouth was a struggle, I sucked gently and let my tongue swirl across his tip and around his sweet spot.

"Ohhh, fuck," Taehyung leans back onto the counter and his eyes roll into the back of his head.

My hand comes up to grip the base of his dick as I pump him, continuing to suck on his head.

"That feels so fucking good pups," he pants like he's lost all control of himself. His legs begin to shake as his hold on my jaw tightens.

My hand and tongue speeds up, gripping tighter and making my mouth wetter.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Taehyung says as he grips onto the side of the counter with his other hand.

It doesn't take long until his cock squirts his hot thick cum down my throat, I don't stop pumping him until there is nothing left to swallow.

His breathing is loud and heavy as I suck the tip of his dick dry and swallow the contents in my mouth. Cum tasted strange, like nothing I had tasted before. Sure it was salty like I've been told but it was Taehyung's and I wanted him to know that I was completely and utterly his.

His deep pants fill the air and I stand up. Taehyung tugs his boxers and sweatpants up to his hips and grabs my face quickly to kiss me. It catches me by surprise and he reaches down to pull me up around his waist.

I kiss him deeply as he walks me further into the kitchen and pops me down onto the island. His lips break away from mine but hold me close, his bright green eyes look into my soul. Taehyung's hand pushes back my blonde curls through his fingers. "What the hell was that for?" He asks deeply, a smile playing on his pink lips.

I keep my eyes focused on his mouth as I shrug. "Just wanted to say thanks," I replied quietly.

Taehyung tilts up my face by placing two fingers underneath my chin. "Oh yeah?" He flexes an eyebrow at me. "For what?"

I look into his eyes and instantly melt. "For not giving up on me,"

Something flashes in his facial expression but he kisses me again before I can depict what it was. "You don't need to thank me for doing what mates do, I will never give up on you."

Smiling at him, my heart felt so full of care and love and I never wanted it to go away.

"I've made you dinner." Taehyung grins at me and he pulls away from the counter.

My eyes flick over to the stove, a frying pan with pasta, prawns and vegetables.

Taehyung quickly serves me up and hands me a plate. "Thank you," I say as I take it from his hands.

We eat together and Taehyung tells me more about the retreat he booked for his pack. I listen and stuff my face with the best food I have ever tasted.

Once I was finished he took my plate and hit the sink. I shrug my jumper off in the process as I feel myself begin to heat up. "Did you hurt Sam?"

Taehyung's head rises at my question but he doesn't look my way.

"Maybe," he clears his throat. "Maybe not."

"You shouldn't have done that." I say, I hated violence even though I was on the receiving end of it.

Taehyung laughs shortly. "You think I was going to let him get away with what he did to you?" He turns sharply to me.

"He's not worth it," I say bluntly.

He walks towards me. "Anyone that hurts what's mine is worth hurting back, I don't care who they are. The second they mess with you, they're also messing with me."

"Taehyung—"

He reaches for my hand and the other rests on my neck.

"You are the most important thing in my life and I cannot just sit back and not let justice happen. Fuck what anyone thinks is right or wrong. You are mine and if I don't protect you then I have completely failed you pups." His lips kiss my forehead lightly.

He rests his head down onto mine and his eyes glance down for a moment. His hand that's holding my wrist turns facing up and I look to see what he's looking at.

Oh God.

"Fuck Jungkook," he curses as he pulls my arm up to his eyesight.

My scars were no longer healing scabs but fresh bloody scabs. "What did you do?" He demands.

"I-I," I stammer, not being able to find my words.

"Did you hurt yourself again?" His voice exclaims, I look up to him and watch his deeply furrowed eyebrows.

I instantly shake my head. "No I just, I just scratched them that's all. I didn't hurt myself again I promise." I rush. Tears rim in my eyes and my hands begin to shake.

"Why Jungkook? Why?" Taehyung's words are harsh and they hurt my heart. I had let him down again.

I shrug and this time tears slip. "I dunno I just," I sob. "I couldn't sleep and things were on my mind and I just itched and I couldn't stop. I wasn't going to hurt myself again, it just distracted me for a little bit."

Taehyung closes his eyes and lets out a huff of breath from his nose, his forehead rests onto mine again. "I can save you from the world pups but I can't save you from yourself." He whispers.

"I know," I mumble back through my tears. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise to me, you have nothing to be sorry for." He kisses my temple over and over. "I just knew that I shouldn't have left you last night. What was I fucking thinking?" He curses as he grips onto the side of the counter tightly, his knuckles turning white.

I stay quiet and avoid his gaze, guilt rattling away in my body.

"I'm just glad I've got you now," he presses a soft kiss to my lips and wraps his arms tightly around my body. "I want to help you get better, I want to see you happy again."

I close my eyes feeling content with his warmth and comfort. "Then please just be there for me."

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